He feigned a casual glance at Blondie, then shrugged. "I mean, he's not bad." Derek rubbed the back of his neck, nodding to himself. "One time, when I was alive, my buddy and I took some shrooms and there might have been some...experimentation," he explained.
Derek raised his arms, inviting her appraisal. "Maybe Mr. Money Bags is looking to slum it with some local talent. I don't actually have to follow through. Just bite him."